[ The disadvantage of having an absolutely unreasonable amount of hair is that it's hard to tame, so after Gil's undershirt is pulled over his head it refuses to settle back into place quite as it is supposed to.
Gil's body is as pale as one might expect. A lifetime spent safely holed up in laboratories and offices have left his skin without even a hint of color and without any blemishes either. The gunshot wound that Rey inflicted on him had been the only major injury his body ever had to suffer and here, in the liminal space of the afterlife that injury has been reduced to nothing but a pale scar. Without any rigorous military training under his belt, Gil never had a use for building up significant muscle but he's kept fit enough for health benefits. Still, he's thin more than he's toned. The size of his coat does a bit of work to make his figure seem more imposing when clothed. ]
I've waited a decade. Cut me some slack.
[ In absence of another option to move, Gil runs his thumbs over Rau's still annoyingly gloved hands. He grins at Rau, entirely self-assured about his own attractiveness even as the less muscular man here. He is equally self-assured about looking at Rau in turn. He wants to tell him he is gorgeous, but commenting on appearance feels like walking into a minefield. It is safer to let his eyes and flushed cheeks do the talking for him. ]
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Gil's body is as pale as one might expect. A lifetime spent safely holed up in laboratories and offices have left his skin without even a hint of color and without any blemishes either. The gunshot wound that Rey inflicted on him had been the only major injury his body ever had to suffer and here, in the liminal space of the afterlife that injury has been reduced to nothing but a pale scar. Without any rigorous military training under his belt, Gil never had a use for building up significant muscle but he's kept fit enough for health benefits. Still, he's thin more than he's toned. The size of his coat does a bit of work to make his figure seem more imposing when clothed. ]
I've waited a decade. Cut me some slack.
[ In absence of another option to move, Gil runs his thumbs over Rau's still annoyingly gloved hands. He grins at Rau, entirely self-assured about his own attractiveness even as the less muscular man here. He is equally self-assured about looking at Rau in turn. He wants to tell him he is gorgeous, but commenting on appearance feels like walking into a minefield. It is safer to let his eyes and flushed cheeks do the talking for him. ]